Monday, 23 September 2013

And I

And I suppose as always I've come here to complain - to peer with giant eyes at all the ways my life is not 'more'.

I think that this feeling has a cause - it's crept up on me slowly, but it's been building for a while. There is no way to pinpoint its origin though, as so many variables were altered at the same time.

I've stopped meditating. My writing is going badly. There is less newness about my current experience. Work is busy. I'm not socialising much. I'm not doing much of anything outside of work. I'm feeling disconnected from my friends. I'm brooding over the mental list of things I have to do instead of actually getting them done.

I believe that one of these may be the root cause of all the others. But which one...........?

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